Never Knew It Was Possible To Have Inflamed Vocal Chords And How The F*** Did I Even Manage That?But

Never knew it was possible to have inflamed vocal chords and how the f*** did I even manage that? But hey, im on medical leave for the week, have the order to not open my mouth to speak. So, I can write some sick!Character things. Mood. Im bored... not talking is way harder than i expected....

Hello! I hope it's not a weird thing for me to send you an ask regarding this, but I'm looking forward to your writing and your doodles :] The last thing you posted was absolutely adorable, so I can't wait to see some more of it! Anyway, have a nice day! I hope I'm not stressing yout out like this, just wanted to send some encouragement! :D

Hi! Oh my gosh, you have no Idea how much i squealed about your message to me. I have not thought I would get one. And one with such nice words and I dont know what to say and I love this so much! Thank you^^ I was already working on the second part when your message came in so it fit right well. You are not stressing me, im just a really... unreliable writer with too much work. So I cant promise something every day, but im hoping for something to post here every third day at least. (Look for me in the westwards lands when the sun rises on the third morning! My horse may not be white, and maybe its a donkey, but I will roll down this hill with something XD) Lots of Love, and thank you so much, you really made my day so much better! - Awkward Fink

Sleep Positions with Them. (I)

Price: - He lays on his back, one arm around your body, holding you securely to his side in a gentle but firm hold. - only wears sleep shorts and his dogtags to bed. His thighs are too thick for normal sleeping pants and he gets way too warm in those anyway. Also he loves that he can feel your skin on his when you tangle your legs with his own. - loves when you are draped half over him, your fingers curled into his chest hair, one hand of his covering yours. One of his fingers is laying on your pulse point, feeling the steady thrumm while his thumb lazily traces over your knuckles. - he doesnt need a blanket. And you dont either. He is a living furnace, even in winter you are always cosy warm.

Ghost: - curled around you, holding onto you tightly. - always sleeps closest to the door, its instinct, dont question it. - on bad nights he will sleep on top of you, his head firmly positioned on top of your chest, ear firmly pressed against the spot where your heart beats underneath layers of skin and flesh. Its his most favorite lullaby. - would sleep in his tactical gear if you hadnt forbidden it, so he wears a long shirt and long sleeping pants to bed. - will wake when you move or twitch and check if everything is alright before falling back to sleep - forget going to the loo in the middle of the night alone. What if you fall? Or stub your toe? And he isnt there to protect you from the corner of the shower? No way. He is sleepily stumbling right after you, only alert enough to fall into bed after you and curl around you, again. - only needs a light blanket when sleeping with you, because you are clingy (as if he is not!). And needs a weighted blanket on nights when you are away on business.

Soap: - no fixed sleeping position. He starfishes, noodles around, and planks on the bed. All at once. Though, he never pushes you out of the bed, again. Once was one time too many and the *Look* you gave him after that scared him for life. - falls asleep with you in his arms as the big spoon. wakes up in a double spiral, flat salto mortale with you on top of him, his legs wrapped around you like a monkey. And no one knows where the blankets have gone to! - would sleep naked but you wont allow it, on every night. He starts with a boxershort and a shirt and wakes up with one article of clothing missing. - is a sleep kisser. Kisses your fingers, your shoulders, your chest and if he is lucky, your mouth in his sleep. Also cant get enough contact. - loves when you card your hands through his hair when he had a bad day, or a nightmare. Calms him down real quick. If you speak gaelic, he will literally start drooling in his sleep - all the blankets and then no blankets - nights with Soap are wild. In more ways than one.

Gaz: - has a strict routine before coming to bed - loves to have you at his side when falling asleep, your head on his shoulder and his nose buried in your hair. Its calming for him. - sleeps like the dead. Or a stone. Or a field of stones. You could play hardcore metal with screeching violins and that man will only twitch a finger. - *has* to have contact with you while sleeping. Doesnt matter if its a hand, a foot, a leg or even your head, NEEDS contact. If there is no contact, he will wiggle in the bed to search for you, and he will be asleep while doing that - has a whoe ass pyjama, which looks like a suite or at least fitting together like those checkered Ones made out of cotton. Filthily comfy and wont let you burrow them. - Needs at least two blankets and you to rest in comfort. - Listen! Has the most wild dreams and will talk to you in his sleep, wont remember anything in the morning though

Bonus! Roach: - loves to sleep with you in the bed - has a blanket only for you, and a pillow and even wants you to sleep in his shirt. - you understand, that he can fall asleep better if he can have something smelling of you, when you are not with him - loves to curl his fingers around yours, watching you sleep, your legs tangled and your foreheads touching. - lazily signs one handed against the palm of your hand, silly little things, his feelings, sweet nothings, just wants to feel you. - has the best sleep when your breaths mingle, your hands intertwined, his leg hooked around yours. - loves to wake up and the first thing he sees is you. (has literal heart eyes!) - has one oversized blanket for you both to share - loves to kiss you lazily, lips just brushing over yours chastely until you both fall asleep. Holds one of your hands to his heart if he can get away with it - wears a very ol shirt and some old shorts to bed

Waiting for them to come home

Just imagining you are waiting for them to come home, for the love of your life, your hubby, your boyfriend, your best bud and mate to come home again after a mission. And he is way overdue, like, the date he had given you is gone by now, two days, three days over and you wait. You barely leave the house, you have a warm meal ready to be served, a slowcooked meal that you only need to warm up to have ready, the bed is freshly made and clean, the house cleaned (even those pesky corners underneath the table). And you wait.

You fall asleep on the Couch every night, listening for the frontdoor to squeak, or a key to slink into the hole.

You fall asleep as he finally comes home, too exhausted from worrying to wake up.

Price would smile at you, shaking his head as he tries to be silent, footfalls heavy on the carpet as he toes of his boots and sets down his gear, before coming closer to the couch. He would stroke over your hair gently, thumb tracing along your cheek. When you do not wake, he will so very carefully pull you into his arms, blanket and all, and carry you up the stairs into your shared bed. He will take a shower first though before joining you in bed, holding you close through the night.

Ghost, is as silent as his namesake, footsteps making no noise as he closes in on your still form on the couch. He stares at you for minutes, drinking in your sleeping and relaxed form before leaning down to press his forehead to yours for a second, waiting to see if you wake up. But you dont, so he lifts you into his arms and carries you upstairs. Will not take a shower, just wants to be with you, so he lays you on top of his chest, arms crossed over your back as you sleep on, your forehead against his neck. He can feel your heartbeat, your warmth seeping into his bones as he relaxes slowly.

Gaz will gently set down his gear and kneel in front of the couch, observing your sleeping form with tenderness for a few minutes. He will reach out, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up. 'Darling, wake up. Come on, couch will give you a bad ache in your neck, come on get up'. Is persistent to wake you until you are blinking blearily at him. Will help you up the stairs towards the bedroom and slide underneath the covers with you, as he had already showered at base so he could keep you in his arms right from the start. Will be asleep in minutes with you, curled along your back as a big spoon, his face pressed into your hair.

Soap, is not as silent as he wants as he enters the apartment, gear thunking to the floor as he curses out the corner of the doorframe he always bumps into. Finds you asleep on the couch and doesnt think much about carrying you up the stairs or waking you up. He will simply flop right on top/beside you, cuddling close, kissing your forehead as he shimmies and shifts with you, until you are both wedged over, against and into the couch in a knot of human limbs and cozy blankets. Will be asleep in seconds, snoring softly into your ear. You will both wake up with aching limbs but warm.

not me.

Not me sitting here in my Office and dreaming the day away.

Not me looking up Tutorials online for drawing and sketching.

Not me looking Up *very specific* Tutorials for drawing and sketching *very specific* parts of Anatomy.

And all of this really NOT because the sentence "Gaz has the prettiest d!ck" doesnt leave me alone.

Help.

--Awkward Fink

do you all now those Situations, when you see a Picture, listen to a Song or read a Book and there is **Something** Standing Out from it? A color, a detail, a sentence?

And your brain hogs this **Something** and runs away with it?

Yeah?

Well.. I dont know If i will write Something about it but stuck in my brain is the sentence:

"I will miss You the most."

(and just imagining you, the reader, leaning backwards against a warm chest, arms around you, your head tilted back as you look at the stars. The words, His words, frantic and deep, rough, but you cant or wont understand them as you look at the vast darkness overhead, eyes fixed on that one distant blinking star. And you utter the words as your head finally tilts, cradled in too warm hands, smiling brightly at him.)